Stop to Smell the Tulips

I'm not saying these pictures are bad, per se, I'm just wondering why it is that all of these other people whose blogs I read seem to live near fields of wildflowers that bloom in springtime, and they set their children in them to frolic, and then magical things happen and the children do not freak out about their skin touching plants? I suppose these people usually live in Texas where it has not been a lifetime since their skin last touched plants.



I'm not making this up - you can actually see her lips forming the "o" in "pokey" as she is fussing about the grass, "It's too pokey!"


Serious flower sniffing, lollipop wrapper in hand. Not nearly as picturesque as I had envisioned.


Okay, these next 2 shots illustrate the power of perspective.

Here, it practically looks like we have a yard!


And here, you see that we are in fact in the middle of the boulevard, a bit dangerously close to traffic.


The boulevard is exploding with these flowering trees. (Well, at least a few weeks ago during those crazy 80 degree days it was.) What are they? Any botanists out there?


Best shot of the session, but as you can see, even with a blanket under them they still weren't too happy.


If only my grinning face had been captured, though. 80 degrees in April? Yes, please!